Tealver folded her leathery black wings, her thoughts swirling in upon the one thing she had never thought possible. All this time she thought she was 'just a wolf' had twisted in upon her by this stupid wolf across from her. He had called her a Fallen Nephilim, fallen seemed to suit her wounded heart but Nephilim? Surely not... Her black pelt rippled against the few spikes creased down against her back, spikes that were webbed and rather dragon like. She lifted a paw then slammed it down, refusing the right to call herself Nephilim.
"Come on little pretty, don't tell my momma never told you? Which one told you that you were a pure blooded Angel? Was it momma or poppa?" the wolf across from her snarled with a cheeky grin. Tealver looked at her paws, recalling her loving father's words, the words he had said the day before the pack was slaughtered.
Her eyes looked up to the wolf with an angry glare, their silver and lavender orbs glinting in anger.
"Tell me Nephilim what is your curse?" he asked with a small chuckle.
"Since you asked nicely my curse is Tealver, it will be the last words you will ever breathe." She snarled angrily not wanting to deal with this. The wolf had already passed his own judgment, he was untrustworthy in her eyes.
"Oooo little puppy Nephilim going to attack me now? What can a fowl, dirty breed such as yourself do to hurt me?" the wolf said with a chuckle, closing his eyes as if he couldn't contain himself, a fatal mistake. Tealver leaped forward with anger filling her form, war written upon her expression. Her teeth tore into the brute causing him to yelp with pain, his expression contorting from humor to pain and surprise. Obviously he didn't think that a femme could bite so hard, and most wouldn't but she was different... she had the iron grip of a leader or a bear trap.
Her eyes flashed dangerously striking fear into the brute's expression, a fear that she knew only to well. Blood splattered across her maw as she bit harder creating a growling yelp from the brute across from her. The brute tore away, slashing his paw across her muzzle while the other pushed on her chest. As soon as he tore away he came back for more, charging in and slamming his teeth right into her shoulder. She growled and slammed her own paw into his side and pushed against him, causing him to back up. Immediately she snarled and pushed at him again, causing him to move backward and trip upon his own paws. He pulled up into a rearing stance and Tealver fallowed him, breaking contact with him and going for his muzzle, trying to bring him down. He growled and smacked her muzzle away as she went for his neck again. Suddenly he tried to turn tail and run but she bolted after him. He switched directions and she fallowed, getting closer and closer with each foot fall. Suddenly she leaped upon him, snapping her jaws upon his neck and throwing him down. He turned himself into a submissive role onto his belly, a low growl escaping his lips.
"Alright, alright you win Tealver...." He said with a panicked voice but she wouldn't have it.
"It is wolves like you that make me kill, I told you your last words would be my name! Also you forgot one thing wolf, if I am Nephilim then I am part angel. You crossed the wrong path on that one." she growled and ended a killing blow to his neck, piercing his jugular and twisting to sever it. A gurgling gasp escaped his mouth as blood rushed to fill his lungs.
"Curse you.... Teal...." he gasped and died right under her paws. Feeling victorious she walked up to the boarders of a new land, her black coat covered with sticky, hot blood. Her eyes flashed as she let out a howl, a howl of victory and of a wish to join a pack. She looked back at the dead wolf and kicked a bit of dirt in his face with a smirk.
But Tealver wasn't a ragging killer, no she only killed wolves who threatened her or others, a trait that had stuck with her from her past pack. Was she evil? No she was neutral, a decision made by her, She did not want to live under a constant good law, never aloud to attack but yet she wasn't a murder. No she was just Tealver, a wolf searching for a home, mate, and hopefully by an alpha's granting, puppies. The little scraggly things that she loved so much to play and take care of.
Hearing not an answer upon the wind's cool breath she sat down, her fury whip like tail lashed the ground as her wings folded. Long, webbed spine spikes folded themselves down along her back as she tilted her head forth, brandishing her two silver loop earring on her left ear. Now she waited, the question was, were these wolves trustworthy?
She searched back into her memory, looking for the day where feathers became leather, a spine grew spikes, and her tail became a fury whip. Looking back on the day she could remember it well, it was the day her pack, mate, and pups died to the Fallen by the name of Karcanis and his pack... A day a past alphess could never forget.
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Character's
Name: Tealver
Gender: Femme
Age: 5
Species: Nephilim, Fallen form
Magic: Aqua
Spells: Shape shifter, Shadows, and Flight
Current Characters: Tealver
//I hope this is ok for you, if not I can always switch it up a bit. 
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TEALVER
